It's the second time we've met up for a coffee. At first, I'd imagined it would be awkward. That I'd just sit fumbling over my words whilst profusely sweating. That you'd agreed to this just to laugh at the situation I'd found myself in, that or you were just curious and wanted to see if I was telling the truth on the app and was actually in an open marriage. But, the conversation flowed naturally. We made one another laugh and you even spat out a little bit of milk froth all over the table at one of my corny jokes. I sat and explained the rules, that this was about creating friendships that could involve intimacy if it developed. But any overpowering feelings would mean it stopped abruptly. I was not yours to fall for, get jealous over or demand I spend time with. I was someone else's, who had agreed that, because we were young and had everything we needed in life, we should go and enjoy ourselves.

The date went so well we set a second one then and there. And, before I knew it Monday had rolled round and I found myself in the familiar coffee shop, sat next to the window on the low leather sofa gazing at the droplets of condensation as they raced down the pain on glass.

I caught the long red coat and matching bobble hat swoosh passed as you raced in from the cold winter chill. The bell chimed above the doorway and you looked around. Catching my eye immediately, you flashed that Cheshire grin I'd said I adored the time before.

"It's my round isn't it?" You call to me, blowing air into your cupped hands.

"Not a chance, it's on me" I push myself off of the sofa, embarrassingly struggling to get up from such a low angle. But before I can make my way around the table you're already waving your hands at me to sit back down.

"Don't be daft! You got them the first time. Same again?" It's a rhetorical question, as you turn to the woman behind the counter and place the order.

Slipping the coat and hat off, you tap your phone on the card reader and wait for the chime. Then turn and walk around the back of the sofa to squeeze in next to me beside the window.

We converse again for a while, sipping our hot coffees. The conversation lulls out to a natural stop and, bringing the cup to your lips to drain the last of the liquid you raise one eyebrow. A smile creeps from the sides of the porcelain and without saying I word, I know the question.

I tell you I need to do some shopping first, that I'll be quick, you're more than welcome to tag along. But you have other ideas and give me your address. Standing up, you put your hat and coat on and, with a wink, tell me to pop round after, you'd be waiting.

After I finish my errands, I pop your address into Maps and walk towards your house, which isn't too far away. Opening the iron gate and closing it again behind me, I knock on the faded wooden door. No answer.

Confused, I knock again. But yet again nothing happens. Pulling my phone from my coat pocket I notice 2 new notifications. Forgetting I'd turned my phone onto silent, I open the messages.

It's unlocked, come upstairs - 13:42

Get your butt in here already! - 13:43

Kicking myself, I open the door and I'm immediately greeted by the warmth. A quick shiver with the sudden change of temperature, I close the door behind me and lock it. Taking off my coat and shoes as I do so. There's hooks on the wall and I place my coat next the the red one hanging there. Turning, I mount the stairs and ascend to the top. Two of the doors are closed when I reach the landing, but one stands ajar. Pushing the door open further I step inside.

There you are, on the bed, laid on your side with one hand propping your head. My eyes scan over your body. You're wearing some beautiful lace underwear. Suspenders run up your legs and a matching bra hugs your breasts.

Without saying a word I unzip my trousers and pull off my shirt. Throwing them in a pile on the floor and walk towards you. You begin to open your mouth to say something, that Cheshire grin back on your face, but I shut you up with one sharp grab of the throat. You gasp, your eyes widen then you bite your lower lip. Lifting you up to your knees, I guide my tongue into your mouth, caressing yours as I do so. My hand fondles your breast underneath the bra, circling around your erect nipple. I slowly move it down your waist, lightly tickling your skin until I slide it between your thighs.

The hot, wet underwear let's me know you're already excited to see me. Stopping kissing you, I pull you further onto your knees and lean in close.

"Good girl, now turn the fuck around" I whisper, nibbling on your lobe as I do so...